Nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen. More Nothing. The Return of Nothing. Son of Nothing. Nothing Rides Again. Nothing and Abbot and Costello meet the Wolfman...
I'm not seeing a strong father-son relationship here, Alex. You two make Anakin and Luke look like Andy and Opie.
For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.
The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.
As Antiquus's son, I was next in line to be the leader of my village... But leadership is not inherited. It is earned through action.
I nursed that flame as if it were my only son, and all round the ram nineteen other men did likewise.
Reach into the past and remember the reasons you fell in love. Hold on to that, son, and cherish it. Then you must start moving forward again.
La gente que no puede confiar son ellos mismos no confiables, y por lo tanto, no se les puede confiar cosas importantes.
Sometimes you don’t choose greatness, it chooses you. And when it does, it requires a certain level of understandin', courage and a degree of blind hope.
A woman could love a jackass. She could not love a son of a bitch. Many have tried, Gideon. Many have tried.
You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.
And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.
Oh, Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!
I pause to catch my breath, looking around at all the toys he's paid for and never once enjoyed with his son.
I needed to know, Jesse. I needed to get inside his head. To find this son of a bitch, I need to get inside his head.” - Stephanie Carovella
She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.
He thought of his wife, of his son, of his youth. He thought of life. He thought of death and then he thought of life again.
How are you doing, son?" "If you don't get started, I'll rip out your heart and have it for breakfast." - Michael to Solo
Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.
I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.
—Hola pequeño —saludó Ioan a través de la pantalla. —Pequeños son tus genitales —respondió Rob mostrándole el dedo medio desde la cámara del computador de Dave.
